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Tuesday, February 3, 2015
...And the next morning I woke up on Earth
…And that's how I still remember it to the
present day, a strange, alien (foreign), and painful awakening. And to open
your eyes and look around, and not having a familiar feeling, not feel an
attachment or a connection like that you felt just the day before, from there
back ... to not feel that it is a very awkward feeling. You feel lost,
different from the rest, and I don’t mean only different from other beings that
inhabit the environment, but also to the same environment, the kind of
relationship and interaction, communication (if it exists), form of expression,
and so on.
Difficult to understand for example, that human
animals, being considered (by themselves) the most evolved in all the Animal
Kingdom, have so primitive behaviors that fully demonstrate the opposite to the
meaning of evolution. I remember before waking up in this place that wars were
not an everyday thing, not something as simple to carry out ... they were
always the last resort, as they extinguished civilizations and ended with
complete races, sometimes even planets. But as I believe I understand, now they
occur for irrelevant reasons most of the time, it's the easiest resource, and
obviously those who create them do not care about how many lives can be lost in
the process, they only care about the outcome (money and power, nor even survival),
regardless of the consequences. What happened to respect and love for the other
inhabitants of this planet?
I remember we solve these problems through
something called communication, which as I see here is becoming increasingly
scarce. They even invent new "technologies" (social networks) “meant”
to bring people closer, and what they do best is to keep them even further away
... they bring closer those who are far away and make those who are close to be
more disconnected (less personal and intimate). I also understand that before being
so evolved, communication was much more personal, there were letters, phone
calls, and personal conversation. Now it is email (if they still write
personally and do not copy and paste from a single email sent by millions of
people), text messages, and photo sharing. I have even witnessed how people
being in the same physical place prefer to send each other messages than talk. Interaction
and face-to-face communication is lost, so sad.
Monday, February 2, 2015
La Segunda Vida

Es cierto que el dolor de perder a
un ser querido siempre será un sentimiento muy fuerte, lo que es parte de lo
que nos hace humanos. Pero si entendemos que la muerte es sólo una puerta
abriéndose, un pasar al siguiente nivel, un ascenso, y no un simple “EL FIN”,
la gente podría estar contenta de que uno esté dejando este cuerpo y este mundo
para ir y explorar todo lo que viene a continuación. Yo prefiero verlo como un ascenso,
simplemente ir a otro lugar, comenzar una nueva vida, con suerte mejor que ésta.
Es por esto que trato de explicar y dar a entender a mis personas más cercanas lo
que yo realmente no quiero después de dejar este lugar, al menos en una forma
material. No quiero un funeral (o al menos no uno triste), no quiero un ataúd,
no quiero un cementerio, las lágrimas son quizás inevitables (la forma en que
yo lo veo, no lloran porque te fuiste, sino porque ellos no pueden ir contigo),
pero cualquier ritual o ceremonia ya establecida por el sistema actual, no van
conmigo en lo absoluto (y prometo volver como fantasma si deciden ir en contra
de mis deseos ;).
Decidí no pertenecer a ningún grupo
religioso (cuando tuve conciencia de lo que cualquier “religión” implica) y simplemente
seguir lo que la vida me ha enseñado y me ha mostrado, lo que no quiere decir
que no crea en nada, porque es probablemente todo lo contrario (creo en todo lo
que hay, todo conectado, viniendo de la misma raíz, pero separado en diferentes
ramas, que es lo que crearon los grupos ... el hombre), y si tengo muchísimas
conexiones espirituales, experiencias, o como quieran llamarlo.
Trato de explicarle a mi madre (te
quiero) que cuando llegue ese momento, ella lo debe tomar como un "hasta
luego o hablamos después " porque eso es lo que significa para mí. Por
esta razón es que también trato de vivir mi vida sin miedo, no me
malinterpreten, sigo teniendo miedos, pero trato de no vivir con ellos. A
veces, antes de intentar algo que me asusta digo, "lo peor que puede pasar
es que me muera", y porque estoy tan seguro de que la experiencia no termina
ahí, es que decido seguir adelante e intentar muchas cosas (que a muchos les da
pánico). Además desde hace mucho tiempo que siempre siento una protección
espiritual a mi alrededor que también se expande para quienes están cerca mío. Piensen
en todos los deportistas extremos, esos que viven la vida sabiendo que pueden
morir en los próximos segundos, pero el mero hecho de querer sentir la
adrenalina los mantiene en marcha. Y si alguna vez han tenido una experiencia
cercana a la muerte, sólo te hace tener una perspectiva diferente de la vida después
de que ocurre, por lo general es para mejor.
Y si algunas personas son tan
conscientes de que la muerte va a llegar, ¿Cuál es la idea de quejarse de la
vida que están viviendo, sin hacer nada para cambiar la situación? cuando escucho a alguien
decir: "No puedo dejar mi trabajo" o "No puedo dejar a mi esposa
/ esposo (no incentivo los divorcios, pero tampoco la mediocridad)" o
"no me puedo mudar a otro país", "No puedo cambiar mi vida ahora
"… todos esos "no puedo" son
en realidad " no quiero". Para aquellos que creen que el camino tiene
un fin, bueno, empiecen a cambiar sus vidas si no están felices o si
simplemente la quieren mejorar... atrévanse (yo lo hice), vivan, disfruten de
los detalles, nunca se sabe cuándo esta parte del viaje va a llegar a su
término, y si nos toca volver, será con otra conciencia (con memorias de vidas
pasadas, si aprenden a descubrirse interiormente), para empezar de nuevo, a
vivir una segunda vida, con suerte no en la misma Tierra ...
Namaste
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Breaking The Chains

You gathered the necessary forces, gradually, without haste, without error, not like in the past ... your future was the goal, the necessary adrenaline in your present, at least at that time of your life. The roars tried to shut you up, tremors embraced sorrows ... those invisible hands clinging to yours, stellar saviors, internal flash of your sap.
You accepted that defeat, and those were your laurels. Knowing that it is only a fall and you could still get up. The scar starts to form, perhaps one more of many that passed and that are still to come. Forever it will be present, reminding you that you were able to overcome it, although it has been very hard, you did it anyway ... that's your crown.
Every time you look at it you will remember your great struggle, and you will have in mind that there's nothing in this life that cannot be overcome ... there are no impossible things, they exist only in some minds, still dependent on others already free of chains, capable of driving their actions to places unimagined by those in chains. Simply believe that anything is possible, and the chains will disappear ... patience.
Namaste
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
The Migration Of The Butterflies
I was aware that the butterflies would leave
their home at some point, though the length of their stay on the place that
welcomed them, that still remains a mystery. Butterflies are cold blooded
animals, so they need of warm places to survive, and obviously also need food
to keep his soul afloat.
An atmosphere of love, affection, expression,
concern, freedom, etc., will not always be sufficient for the butterflies to
stay around, they also need the food, those flowers, that nectar to choose to
stay in that home. Sometimes it is not easy to achieve, competition will always
be great, but the details are what make the difference. Much heat is not ideal,
it is suffocating, they are short of breath, losing fluids, and everything is
heavier and denser. If it's too cold the wings will not move, that desire of
wanting to fly won't even exist, there's no energy, and the heat that makes the
body move, the one that makes you feel comfortable. So it is not that easy, as
it must be a balance, which is often not so simple to provide.
Feeding the soul is another thing, which should
complement the above, but must be the perfect complement for the butterflies to
stay forever, and decide not to fly any day looking for another home to give
them what they need. Nectar is what gives them vitality, giving them life, the
desire of never abandon ... Why leave if you have enough food to live a
lifetime? If this becomes scarce, then the need to explore other habitats
appears. And is not a coincidence that their food is the flowers, and the great
admiration for them in our beautiful and beloved women.
Do not neglect your princess, because that's how
you should treat her, regardless of whether you are just starting to court her
or if you are already many years together, the flame must always be kept alive
and in constant motion. Obviously this is necessary on both sides, but I speak
from the side of men and their treatment to women. The world is a constant
competition ... show your charms in every possible way, but do it only when you
find that person who deserves it, there is nothing wrong in showing feelings,
it is a human characteristic to think that one is weaker for being sensitive
and emotional. The courting process should never stop, always keep a little mystery
alive, surprise, creativity, and do new things. Be intense and passionate if
that person makes you feel you want to show it, have no fear, the worst that
can happen is that you make a mistake, and that your feelings are not received
in the way you expect, but at least you tried. If you don't try you will never
know what it might have been. It's up to you to keep the butterflies flying and
circling forever, so they do not leave halfway...
Labels:
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Change,
Communication,
Connection,
Expression,
Feelings,
Life,
Love,
Poems,
Writings
Monday, January 19, 2015
Saturday, January 17, 2015
Esos Ojos En Mis Sueños

Cuando los océanos fueron pintados desde arriba, se derramaron gotas en lo que hoy son tus ojos, esos que veo en mis sueños, donde algún día espero ahogarme, sin esperar ser salvado, a menos que esa salvación requiera de un suave despertar por el toque de tus labios.
Tal vez ya te he visto antes, porque la sensación está ahí cada día, en busca de esos ojos de extraño que tratan de guiarme a algún lugar que todavía no conozco. Es persistente el sentimiento mientras creo que estoy despierto, a veces creo que te veo en todas partes. Voy a esperar a estar seguro, o a alcanzarte en mis sueños. Tal vez es mejor saber que estás ahí solamente para mí, y no afuera para alguien más.
Y todavía no puedo imaginar tu cara, ni siquiera un poco ... pero lo que mantiene esta inquietud, aunque esto no sea real es, ¿cuál es la razón de tu mirada triste? Supongo que esa es la razón más fuerte que me hace seguirte mientras sueño (y buscarte mientras estoy despierto), porque no puedo imaginar que alguien te cause dolor, no a esos ojos, no a esa tierna presencia, de la cuál soy muy privilegiado de poder contemplar todos los días.
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